I became fucking depressed after a messy break-up. Shortly after everyone had been complimenting me on how well I was coping, I ground to a halt. I hardly ate anything. I'd burst into tears for no apparent reason. Most of the time, even during the day, while the sun streamed through the curtains, I stayed in bed but I couldn't sleep ! I couldn't even do anything instead I spent hours obsessing over the past. Life seemed incredibly bleak like there was nothing at all to look forward to. I wasn't suicidal, but I did think i'd be better off dead.
